Look who showed up on our front door step (literally) last Saturday. He's just a puppy, so alone,flea bit, tick infested, and hungry. He looked as if he hadn't eaten in days. He scratched at the door, and peered through the front window, as if he knew he was home.
I knew we were in trouble when the kids started suggesting names. I was afraid he was a drifter, and would soon be gone of his own accord to weasel his way into yet another families hearts. We all were smitten with him, perhaps mostly out of compassion, and some pity. He cries like a pup who misses his momma, stumbles over the big feet that give clue to his future as a big dog, and relentlesslyattempts companionship with the most sceptical one of all.
Princess Diana of Whales, does not care for the interloper, and isn't afraid to let it be known! We think she is protective of us, and seems to view him as a responsibility rather then a playmate. She scolds him when he chases our car into the garage, and chides him if he touches her, or interferes with our ability to give her attention. She pretends to ignore his youthful antics, but follows him, if he follows us. She has not been caught yet "playing", as she is much to dignified for such things, but we know she secretly dreams of partaking in the bouncing and bounding that characterisesthe pup. Perhaps one day her highness will loosen up and find a loyal companion in the energetic toddler.
In the mean time, we hope our uninvited guest sticks around, and becomes one more piece of the puzzle that makes up our family. If he does, I think we have decided to call him CHIEF. Welcome Chief, we're so glad you found us!
Well, the torture(OK so I knew I was spelling that wrong yesterday, and I was just checking to see if you all would catch it, and you did, so would you like a brownie button, or a chest to put it on?)chamber was not too horrible, The tooth Doc just took a few pictures, and eighty dollars later told me who to call. I haven't called the root canal Doc yet. Yes, you heard me right, the root canal Doc and I, are going to do business, so I can avoid looking like Granny Clampett before my time. Believe it or not, I'm not too torn up about it, after all, they have to put me out for that right????? Tell me I'm right ....please!
Michael went with me, cuz I am such a wimp when it comes to TORTURE and all, and we went for lunch at Ruby Tuesday's afterwards. Apparently my tooth is not hurting so bad that I couldn't scarf down some of their fabuliciouse (I don't have to spell that right, I made it up myself smarty pants) salad fixings! What about those yummy croutons....nothing like em!
Oh, Oh, I remembered his name, Jethro! Jethro was the Clampett son. Why didn't someone tell me before I spent the day with that question boring a hole in my head? So any way, I used to be neighbors with his first wife in real life. ....as if!
If that makes no sense to you, well, join the club, or maybe reading my last post will help.
You can pray forLumberjack boynow if you will. He got in a little tussle with the table saw, and I don't have to tell you who won that one. One trip to the emergency room, three different prescriptions, one tetanus shot, one morphine shot, and more Lidocaine shots then we care to remember, 13 stitches, and lots of gauze, and he should soon be back in business. It could have been so much worse, so we are very thankful. We would have you pray for quick healing, and no infection, and full recovery if you would. Thank you.
My newest project has been sooooo much fun, I just had to show y'all what i have been up to, well, among lots of other stuff!
Check out our new magnetic art wall for our soon to be playroom!
I used that cool as grits magnetic paint that RUST-OLEUM makes, and it is going to be so much fun for the kiddos to use to show off their one of a kind creations.
Here is the wall with some of their art..below. I never know if I should talk about the photo above my words, or below??? Is there a right way? someone educate me please. Where are the magnets you ask???? Well that is exactly what I wanted to know......I couldn't find any, so I had to use tape!!! How crazy you say, you could have just taped the original masterpieces on the wall, instead of spending all that money, and time, using that cool as grits magnetic paint, you say?
That's what I'm screaming!
Not for reals though, cuz it's like 1:00 am and everyone is sleeping soundly, so I am just whispering my frustrations! It was really fun though, and the rug rats adore seeing their rifity raff on the wall all framed up pretty, and when I do find some magnets, and I will, it will be oh so easy for them to change out the old, and replace with the new.
well, except that way up high oval, I can't even reach that, but, that's what step ladders are for right?
Just to give you an idea of the scale of this wall, those are two nine and a half by eleven sheets in the big red frame in the center.
Here are few more closer shots of some of the details......... errr uhhh, below....down there.
Hope you enjoyed! Check out some other cool paint projects at the new CSI project blog.
and, some best DIY projects here.
I've been working hard on this playroom , lots of trash to treasure projects, some cutsified drapes, some paint here, some fabric there, and I'm going to sharing them all soon. So, if you enjoy that sort of thing, well then, y'all come on back now, ya hear?
I don't really talk like Ellie Mae Clampetin real life, just like I don't really scream stuff in the early morning hours. Not usually.
Hey I have to go to the torcher chamber tomorrow, otherwise known as the dentist, so please pray for me. I would literally rather give birth to a ten pound baby med free, then go to the mean ol' tooth doc. I am not even lying to you.....seriously, but I am in pain, and I must get rid of it, or I will start looking like a screaming Granny Clampet. Oh, I used to be neighbors with the son Clampets first wife in real life....I can't remember his name, not Jed, that was the Dad....You know the one, tied his highwater jeans up to his armpits with a rope, and fetched opossum for supper every day???? Really, she was a model for me in a few fashion shows in my former life....long long time ago. Pretty lady, even had all her teeth, unlike me if I don't get to bed, and stop rambling.